Spiral Echoes
Sounds are echoing,
the dog is at my door,
my headphones are like sea-shells,
and I'm craving more,
Mathematic spirals,
mapped out in my head, influence electron's,
to lie down in my bed,
And following the points to uncharted realms,
dimensions of the outer sphere's,
Who are the builders?
who spun the web's of time?
And the dreams, inside my head,
are they yours, or are they mine?